oh yes, I made it alive, Lake Shore Drive, headed to paradise in this moment of mine, I can’t recognize, or see that the glare is right
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[pencil scratching] Echo: What are you up to over there? Beejay: Just sketching this beautiful girl I found in my bed. Don’t tell my girlfriend. Echo: You secret’s safe with me. Let me see it? Beejay: Nah, it’s just a shitty sketch. Echo: I don’t believe you. Everything you do is amazing. Beejay: As my girlfriend, you’re contractually obligated to say that. And it’s definitely not good enough for OSU. Echo: Come on, you don’t know that. Britechester’s art program is pretty good too, right? Beejay: It’s okay, not like a dedicated tech school would be. And OSU is so close to Del Sol Valley; all the big comic studios are out there. Can you imagine if I got an internship at Marvel? Holy shit… Echo: Well… okay… but– why don’t you just apply? You have to put together a portfolio for BU anyway, right? Send some things to OSU too. Then even if you don’t get in, we’ll still be at BU together, just like we planned. Beejay: You really think I could get in? Echo: Yeah, of course. They’d be stupid not to accept you. You have no idea how talented you really are, Ben. Beejay: Wow. Echo: Wow what? What did I say? Beejay: All of the right things. I love you so freakin’ much. Echo: [laughs] I love you too.











